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“Rowlands is a gifted writer/ poet and producer of film and soundscape. She layers sound and sculpts it around repeated images from nature. Images like that of a feather on a wall become emblematic, gaining meaning with each repetition. Both epic and ripe with intricate detail, her work reminds me of a Leonora Carrington psychological landscape, at one level displaying a consciousness echoing an ancient sensibility and at another level expressing something intensely contemporary.”

— COLIN HAMBROOK,

EDITOR OF DISABILITY ARTS ONLINE

““Elinor Rowlands’ performance of poetry is profound, sad and soothingly reflective. She speaks about family history and family trauma in a beautifully mellow and gently self-assured way – interspersing this with evocative film clips accompanied by poetry and music which add emotional depth. This deeply intimate tale of family history is both personal, yet universal – Rowlands compellingly captures the shared shockwaves of trauma and the common bonds of difficulty which leave their deep impressions on a family.”

— AGNES CARRINGTON-WINDO,

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This performance piece was written in my bed, during a time of significant illness and fatigue. It was filmed in the cemetery by my home in London, almost everything was improvised that day in the cemetery using found candles and feathers, flora and fauna.

I used some pages from a discarded book in my building and some found photography from an artist craft pack.

This piece is autobiographical but needed to be condensed to 25 minutes so poetic license did occur.

It was performed at the Hammersmith Lyric theatre in a festival for disabled artists produced by Turtle Key Arts.

All poetry, words and sung lyrics were written and performed by Elinor Rowlands except the male Welsh choir singing traditional Welsh hymns.

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